A Candle Meekly
Romantic light, romantic sight
Slow and dancing, poetic bright
Perched upon the polished grain
A noble flicker to darkness drain
Progeny of a bygone time
When quill and word reigned sublime
Miss Austen knew its waltzing hue
Would gladly beat the hearts to woo
Oh noble flame, converse with me
Let my mind and heart agree
That passion’s writ will flow and ebb
As in a brambled, glittering web
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